Ursula had had plenty of time to get used to the idea of Belvina being her last child; four was a nice, even number and with Phineas barely touching her once a year if at all, the chances of there being a fifth child were all but none. Not to mention she felt quite liberated having gone three years without pregnancy - she hadn't gone so long without conceiving since her marriage to Phineas. Unfortunately for her that streak was now broken. Since reluctantly admitting to herself a handful of weeks ago that she was indeed expecting, she had ardently hoped it would all come to nothing and after a little bed rest she'd be back to normal. She was still waiting for such an incident.

Wanting to force herself back into a state of denial it irritated her immensely that Elladora suddenly saw fit to compromise any progress she had made, not to mention her vanity would not tolerate it. "I hardly think that will be necessary," she snapped back. For the first time since they had sat down she picked up her tea cup and forced the dreaded liquid down. There was yet another horrid remind of her condition. "Nor do I care for your insinuations, Elladora." It was safe to say that she was feeling exceptionally surly today.

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